Foolish gibberish
I tried redscaling film. Have you heard of this technique? I hadn’t until about a year ago. It is when you expose the film on the wrong side. The red sensitive layer of film is exposed first, which dominates and produces the ultra red cast.
This process requires you to wind your film upside down in a film canister. You can buy film that has been redscaled or you can easily do it yourself (which is what I did).
Some of the film swap photos were redscaled, which produced some really cool effects since both sides of the film were exposed.
I am still not quite sure what to make of the photos I took. I know that I like them though. The intensity of the red varies from very deep, blood red as in the photo above, to a little bit more subtle:
I really like the surreal effect it has on the forest.
It is most definitely fun, though. I will be playing with this technique more!
(I don’t know what this means. It was said to me by a passing stranger one day and I haven’t forgotten it)
I have been thinking a lot about my grandpa these past few days, so it seemed appropriate to post this photo for this week’s photo challenge. This is his old jeep. Found in the back yard of the house he used to live in, inherited by my Uncle Will.
This is a poem to my Grandpa Ed
Who smiles at me from these faded pictures.
Who holds my grandmother happily among the corns stalks.
Who stands, posing in front of his truck,
With his children, with his brothers and sisters.
This is a poem to my Grandpa Ed
Who tells the story of the day he met my grandmother.
Who tells the story about a dance. He saw her and loved her.
Who tells the story about how he fought for her.
Who tells the story about how he won her over.
This is a poem for my Grandpa Ed
Who was thin and dying, lying in a hospital bed.
Who was dying from a wasting disease.
Whose last words to me were,
“I like you hair short. It looks very pretty like that.”
Blatherskite 